Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Her arms went around my neck as I reached behind her to lock the door before turning and walking her back to my desk. I scooted her up on it, my lips never leaving hers.
When my body pressed against her knees, her legs parted for me, inviting me between. As soon as I moved in, her legs wrapped around my hips, holding me against her, and rocking her hips against me.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet,” I murmured against her neck as my hand slid up under her shirt. “Think you can do that?” I asked, even as a little whimper escaped her when my hand slid into the cup of her bra.
Despite the night before, she was still desperate to be touched, arching into my hand as I rolled her nipple, rocking against me restlessly.
We didn’t have long. Everyone would wonder why she’d been called into the office, would get suspicious if she didn’t return quickly enough. I wouldn’t put it above the idiots to stop and listen outside of the door.
So as much as I wanted to spend as much time teasing her as possible, making her come until she was breathless and shaking, I knew we had to make this fast.
I pulled against her legs, then reached down, grabbing the waistbands to her pants and panties, then drawing them down.
My fingers slid up her thigh, then teased up her pussy, already finding her soaked for me.
“Work your pussy for me,” I demanded, reaching to press her fingers between her legs when she hesitated.
I reached into my wallet, pulling it out and finding a condom, then reaching to free my cock, and slide it on.
On the desk, Kick was writhing, her breath going fast and shallow as she worked herself.
I wanted to keep watching, to see her drive herself to that edge, then fall and crash into the orgasm.
But I grabbed her legs, pulling her closer, then thrust inside of her, watching as she arched off the desk, as she pressed her lips together to keep from crying out.
Her hand stayed between her thighs, working herself for me as I lifted her legs and started to fuck her. Not as hard as I wanted, too aware how sound carried if someone was passing by the door.
It wasn’t long before Kick lost the battle with her silence, her moans growing louder. And as much as I wanted to hear them, I reached down, pressing my hand over her mouth as her walls tightened around me, then spasmed hard as she came.
I let myself come with her, reminding myself that I’d get a chance to get her alone and take my time with her again. Just not right then. At work. With my employees and her coworkers just feet away.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, slowing our breathing, waiting for some calm to come to the chaos in our bodies.
But when the moment was over, we moved away in unison. I dealt with the condom as she got her panties and pants back on.
“Do I look disheveled?” she asked, running a hand down her clothes.
“Might wanna fix your hair,” I said, the ponytail having come loose from moving across the desk.
“Better?” she asked after redoing it.
“Yeah.”
I mean, to me, she looked freshly-fucked. All flush skin and bright eyes. But to her coworkers who thought she might have gotten in trouble, I doubt they would see it as that.
“I, ah, better get back out there,” she said, then rushed past me before I could stop her.
Not that I knew what I’d say anyway.
But I guess I had the rest of the day to figure it out.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Kick
Waking up had been disorienting.
The sun was streaming through the windows. Evander was perched near them, bathing in sunbeams. I had no idea what time it was. What day it was.
It wasn’t until I pushed up on my arm and the covers fell away, exposing my nakedness, that it all came rushing back to me.
Rico walking me home, grabbing me, kissing me, teasing me over and over, then holding me afterward.
And I guess I’d fallen asleep.
I wasn’t surprised by that. I’d been bone-tired before, and then all the activities had sapped whatever I’d had left. What surprised me was the fact that I’d clearly slept so soundly. No nightmares. But, I guess, orgasms were a source of stress relief.
I needed it, too.
My brain, for the first time, wasn’t racing. I felt less frazzled and jumpy.
While I should have been using that new clarity to think through the situation with Kyle and my brother, all my mind wanted to do was focus on Rico.
Namely, him leaving.
I mean, I couldn’t exactly blame him. I’d passed out hard enough that I hadn’t even felt him moving out from under me.
He’d been sweet enough to get my covers off of my bed and put them over me before he headed out. That had to count for something.